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Entry tags:
- arc vii,
- asoiaf: daenerys targaryen,
- assassin's creed: jacob frye,
- ephes,
- game of thrones: jon snow,
- kingdom of the wicked: emilia,
- last case of benedict fox: benedict fox,
- legend of fei: xie yun,
- lockwood & co: anthony lockwood,
- mcu: america chavez,
- mcu: kamala khan,
- oh! my emperor: beitang moran,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- star wars: cal kestis,
- star wars: merrin,
- tian guan ci fu: xie lian,
- umbrella academy: five,
- untamed: lan sizhui,
- untamed: wen ning,
- warcraft: anduin wrynn,
- warcraft: wrathion,
- warframe: kahl 175,
- wheel of time: lan mandragoran,
- word of honor: wen kexing
the chainings
Escorted by shepherds, the party reaches most decadent Ephes — a citadel with a newly-raised, lethal army and ambitions of imperial expansion. The undead lady Messalina has approached the Senate of Ephes, asking for the citadel’s forces to liberate the unliving from the undead Brotherhood that “enslaves them.” In exchange, she pledges Ephes any territories she frees.
Ephes hides a beacon within the main temple of the world-making and world-ending chaotic Chained God, currently closed off while Senate leader Caius Justus considers Messalina’s proposal.
OBJECTIVE: Survive Ephes until the temple opens.
This first event of Arc VII lasts until 3 October. Use your character roles, pursue leads or nudge NPCs for clues!
POLITICS
Politically-minded characters take residence with their benefactors and receive two iron chain bracelets, which represent the Chained God. These bracelets and the red-purplish trim of your white cloth identify your political standing and attract the nagging, desperate or aggressive public pleas of your petitioners.
You hear, hastening to attend Senate sessions, that long-serving leader Caius Justus is unlikely to earn a new mandate. His peaceful, sedentary governance is unsuited to Ephes’ military ambitions.
Pair up with party members and submit threads by 23:59 GMT on 27 September of bribing, cheating or outright fulfilling the needs of one of the politicians below, to secure their vote for or against Messalina.
- ■ War veteran-turned-politician Sextus Longinus wants to leave his mark permanently on Ephes.
■ Senator Publia Secunda has been struck with court summons on charges of tax evasion. The court claims it has proof she has been passing the precious wares on her ships as geese.
■ Senator Ovidius Petronius’s wife fled home, ruining his image as a family man, after he was caught in compromising circumstances with another woman.
■ Severus Silvanus was overcome by sickness and wishes to throw a party worth remembering as he lives out his final year.
■ Once a formidable soldier, Senator Cassia Floriana has been for years denied an audience by the priests of the temple of the Chained God because of the blood on her hands.
■ Maximilianus Tacitus wishes to eliminate his reputation for stinginess — while spending not one coin.
Note: if multiple players go for the same Senator, we’ll assume they had more than one vote to cast!
GLADIATORS | non-gladiators can spectate or patron
Those assigned as gladiators are received by arena leader Laetio and housed in single or shared barracks cells in grounds near the largest stadiums.
Accommodations are scarce — pallets, hard stone ground — but food, healing and care are generously provided. Veteran gladiators are frequently measured and assessed. Strife is contained, and brawls are forbidden, while priestess of the Chained God visit periodically to bless warriors as ‘his children of chaos.’
At times, as you train or sleep, you sense you are watched. On other days, you wake from violent nightmares to see your wounds and bruises have vanished.
- ■ Newcomers are paired and taught how to throw fights, exaggerate their reactions and create slogans and outrageous personas. They are offered tattoos, haircuts and makeup.
■ You experience the first day in the arena around the OOC date of 18 September, when gladiators re-enact the Chained God’s first defeat and Chaining.
■ Characters can fight NPCs, each other, or demonic large beasts. These hefty creatures attack head first and thrash the arena, often striking spectators.
■ Injuries can happen when fighting beasts, but unlikely from other gladiators. The highest official attending a fight may choose the loser’s punishment, but must pay exorbitant fees for losses to the arena. After a noble boy orders a veteran gladiator severely beaten, you hear Laetio threatening the child’s anguished father with repercussions from Narula, leader of the Hand.
■ Submit a fight thread by 23:59 GMT on 27 September for the winner/s to address the stadium.
■ Other party members can pay or coax Laetio to receive their ‘favourite’ gladiator(s) overnight at their villas. Return by dawns.
WHITE NIGHT
One night (OOCly: 24 September), after gladiator games on the sixth of twelve Chainings, you wake up in a bleary haze, your thoughts and movements slow. Stifled screams and heavy footsteps erupt distantly. In pitch dark, you spot the slithering, deep silhouettes that are checking cells — progressing towards you.
- ■ If you glimpse their coarsely carved masks depicting wolves, you are overcome with a sudden, insurmountable terror and the certainty that your visitors are inhuman.
■ Stumbling, you flee your surprisingly open cell, overcome by dread that won’t abate until you find living company. Some of the emptied cells you pass by have been clearly ravaged. On the walls of three untouched cells of veteran gladiators, you see a wolf’s head coarsely painted in fresh blood. Hide with your companions, until sleep suddenly claims you.
■ The next day, you wake back in your sleeping quarters. Laetio accuses some gladiators of going mad from last night’s celebratory drink and destroying the cells. Servants have been cleaning attentively, with all blood paintings gone.
■ Your memories of the night are increasingly diffuse: at times you describe the intruders. At others, you speak of creatures or people from your own past that terrify you.
■ A veteran gladiator, the Beast of Brenne, is absent from the morning call. Laetio regretfully informs he perished from wounds incurred in yesterday’s games. He calls a toast to the Beast of Brenne and bans drink for the rest of the Chainings.
THE HAND
Characters reach the barracks as part of a set of 100 new recruits. They are subjected to three days of intense training, ranging from running and parkour basics to weights and strength building, basic dagger combat and surviving hard (magically induced) weather conditions. The recruit batch is overseen by Hand leader Narula and members depend on each other for food or care.
Throughout this, recruits are made to heavily depend on Brother Narula, who negotiates and awards privileges and regularly visits for interviews not unlike interrogations. Recruits are largely orphans, convicts or disinherited — lone wolves, says Narula, who only find their pack in the Hand.
Every ten days of the 100 after recruitment, the worst performing five conscripts are removed from the ranks, stoking vicious competition and internal sabotage that Narula allows on the premise of soldiers needing both brawns and cunning.
Permanent injuries are banned. Beware blades left in your shoes and itchy, ground nettles powder on your uniforms.
HONEYED
Within days of receiving your assignments, you must shadow a group of Hand veterans and guard a Hive — an agricultural cluster outside of Ephes — during a grains transfer.
- ■ New recruits follow veteran soldiers into the eerily silent, vast farmland dominated by high rows of wheat and corn. You feel watched and something touches your legs and thighs. Within farmers’ hearing, veteran soldiers laugh it off as rabbits, snakes — but privately tell you to walk outside the line of vision of scarecrows littered in the fields.
■ The transfer proceeds peacefully until midday, when alarms blare, and a brawl starts near a defunct watering well: a dozen Hand veterans have gone berserk and attack indiscriminately. They are dark-eyed, heaving and struggle with speech and coordination. They seem less wrathful than anguished, desperately calling to ‘Make homes’ as they slaughter and sever limbs.
■ Immobilise the attackers, or take civilians to safety in warehouses.
■ The berserk soldiers are removed — allegedly taken for healing and discipline, but never seen again. At the barracks, Narula says the incident was the result of heatstroke.
MESSALINA’S INFILTRATORS
Some party members join Messalina’s group as paid campaign aides. Stationed in the Senate’s summer villas outside of Ephes, the lady’s eclectic group comprises volatile magic users and necromancers, the undead and demonic creatures — who coexist in tenuous peace. It’s every wo/man to themselves after dark, when the villa walls and defences are drawn up and gates lock to prevent the indiscreet exit of a blood-thirsting demon.
Mid-summer
It becomes rapidly clear that Messalina does not trust the good will of Ephes and wants to cut a deal quickly by bribing, blackmailing, or interceding with Senate leader Caius Justus. She also seems unsettled by the Chained God, who she fears is a hidden undead liege controlling Ephes.
”Not every Sleeper sleeps deep.”
Messalina assigns party members to bolster the campaign of Maximus Faustus — previously a young, promising and popular politician with hopes of becoming Senate leader… who has been replaced by demonic shapeshifter Alir.
- ■ Infiltrate noble functions and learn what would steer patricians towards Faustus’ cause.
■ Patricians widely feel that Caius has been too sympathetic towards plebeians and neglectful of his own people. They want to see more grand gestures celebrating Ephes’ noblest class. See to it.
■ Some superstitiously associate Caius with the cult of the Chained God, whom the Senate leader brought back to forefront.
■ Alir is fiercely intelligent, quick-witted, dry — with little regard for humans, beyond their delicious hearts. Watch him while in public, as he succumbs to his hunger and lures innocents in dark corners to rip out their innards and feast on their flesh. Pay off or exterminate witnesses.
■ A derisive Alir questions Messalina’s plans for peaceful coexistence and the innocence of Ephes. He urges his caretakers to inspect Caius’s private home on the night of the full moon (OOCly: 20 September). You may take along other party members.
■ That night, Caius’ villa is well lit, bursting with song and closed from the inside. Scale the walls to enter and find a feast held by shadowy silhouettes of Caius’ ancestors. First they interact with you, then ignore you, then, increasingly inconvenienced, seem to recognise there is something wrong about you, before giving chase, daggers in hand.
■ On a high table in the great reception halls, you can find the entombment masks and personal effects of all of Caius’ ancestors who are present at the feast. Caius’ personal study contains nearly year-old letters of trade, reports on the fragility of the then-6,000-strong Hand and a broken worship tablet depicting the Chained God’s fourth Chaining.
■ In the kitchens, you find well-secured barrels of fish and wine — jump in together, or hear movement from the servants hidden within. You have time for one question.
CIVILIANS
Characters assigned civilian roles may safely assume their Ephes posts for a handful of days, before the religious celebrations of the Chained God’s twelve Chainings start. The all-Father of the universe, the Chained God is set to birth, consume and rebirth the world, and was chained twelve times by the first heroes of humanity to contain his destruction.
- ■ The numerous priests of the Chained God wander the roads and mark the foreheads of civilians with salted ash — which briefly brings out your anger, greed or selfishness.
■ Priests say you feel the frustration of the bound Chained God. Some of those ash-touched experience visions of a heavily fettered, amorphous creature, struggling in agony in a cavernous room. Those with supernatural powers find their abilities are volatile for a day.
■ Those who ‘see’ the Chained God are brought and tested for holiness by Priestess Valeria, for it is known the Chained God chooses brief emissaries during the days of Chaining.
■ Newer acolytes greatly defend the religious cult: a great earthquake rattled the main temple of the Chained God last year during the Chainings, and falling debris only spared the faithful who prayed within.
Off with his —
On the sixth day of Chaining (OOCly: 23 September), the news shouter of Ephes’ main marketplace receives a pouch containing the decapitated head of Tavernus, brother of Ephes army leader Narula.
The shocked newscaster drops the head, shakily reading out the message stitched on the pouch: Animals die for men to live. Men die for gods to prosper. — a quote attributed to the Chained Gods and carved on his main temple’s outer walls.
Locals may share Tavernus was a taciturn man who previously served as Narula’s lieutenant in the Hand, before retiring five months prior and taking up agricultural trade.
Group up to investigate — and throw your hat in for a RNG pick to win the head.
NIGHT OF KNIVES | EVERYONE WELCOME
The twelfth day of Chaining (OOCly: 29 September) ends the yearly religious festivities of the Chained God with multiple street celebrations and private dinners.
Popular political upstart Maximus Faustus holds his own night-long banquet, opening his doors to all.
The affair sprawls over multiple floors of Faustus’ enormous villa, with entertainment ranging from poetry, theatre, artistic and magical recitals on the lower floors to a gladiator performance and heavy opioids upstairs. Conveniently, the guest list includes every figurehead of Ephes and their main political and financial backers. Patricians seem amused but flattered by Faustus, who was ‘no one’ before Messalina’s support, but who has been generous in his appreciation of the city’s elite.
- ■ Sign up for a RNG draw for a conversation with Faustus by 23:59 GMT on 18 September.
■ No better time to publicise your feats or generosity. Why not have your character (including gladiators) perform or bring an offering?
■ Servants apologise as you smell an excess of musk and oud, hiding, they say, spillage from an accident caused by a fired manservant. You can still glimpse glinting trails of cleansed lamp oil.
■ Messalina attends the banquet for two hours, but hastily withdraws at midnight, after receiving a letter.
■ Towards the middle of the night, priestess Valeria asks to conduct a religious séance, allowing one person to channel the Chained God and speak to Ephes.
■ After 2 a.m., torch lights dim down, as twenty masked pantomimes enter the main banquet halls, shushing the rooms silent. In good spirit, they ridicule the partygoers, even poking fun at you with inside jokes they should not know about…
■ …before slashing the throats or stabbing some of the high-profile Senators present, sparking a chaotic stampede.
■ The main villa doors have been closed from the outside. Fire broke out within and spreads rapidly, after the rims of main halls curtains were drenched in lamp oil. Rescue some of the Senators, or help the crowds escape Faustus’ burning villa.
■ The assassins are exceptionally strong fighters whose combat style some might recognise from the Hand’s drills. They fluctuate between having physical bodies and merging with shadows.
■ Come morning, a list is found on the main hall floor of Faustus’ villa with an assassination contract for the murdered and targeted Senators. All had intended to support Messalina. The contract is signed with the seal of a ring showing a wolf in profile.








number five | the umbrella academy | messalina
boy meets hound | summer villas
As far as associations go, the undead certainly seem more trusting in relying on him to come up with their strategy. In theory, he should be given more respect than he's become accustomed to, if he wants to play out his role in earnest. He makes a show not to be disturbed by what he sees roaming the streets, but he feels fortunate that he's got his energy returned to him before they arrived.
He's keeping an eye out for members of their party when a black dog approaches, nearly larger than he is and giving off a distinctly... demonic vibe. Five braces himself for an attack, but oddly, it just sits and stares at him like it's waiting for orders.
They somehow neglected to mention he'd get an escort. ]
Hello, there. You come with the territory? [ The beast seems to smile in return with far too many teeth, then bows its head and retreats into the shadows as if he's just waiting to be called on. ] ...See you later, then.
did someone say DOG
he looks up when he hears five's voice; he knows who five is all too well but finds the child? man? person? so unsettling even by his standards that he's tried to give him wide berth. that is of no use now. there's a dog, you see. from this distance, jiang cheng can only make it a mass of black that is vaguely dog shaped, and in this world that could really mean anything, but the one shred of boyhood this shattered husk of a man has remained is his ability to be optimistic about dogs. so, after considering his present situation for a few seconds, he goes ahead and elects to approach five after all. ]
You're just going to let it go? [ he asks, almost managing not to sound judgemental. so close. off to a great start. ]
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It's unusual to see him out alone, wandering past the outskirts of town. He's fairly sure he got the names of the others in their group who were assigned to Messalina, so that leads to the conclusion that he's not where he means to be. Instead of asking for directions, he greets him by asking about the hound that was stalking him. Not knowing what to make of that, he raises an eyebrow. ]
The dog? [ Using the term loosely. ] What did you want with it?
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I'm just pointing out that it's showing clear interest in you and you're letting it wander away out of what, disinterest? Fear?
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It did strike him as strange, how it seemed to be trying to communicate. Maybe it would come back if he called for it. If he wants it to. ]
Take your best guess. [ True, he's had mixed experiences with demons, but that's not why. ] How good of a look did you get at it?
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the problem with alir | market alley
...That's going to be a problem. [ Hopefully that wasn't anyone important. He sighs heavily and looks around to see if he's the first to stumble on it. So working with the undead isn't entirely without issues. It wouldn't be the first time the Umbrella Academy had to dispose of a body, before he had a service to do that for him. Might as well get back to his roots. ]
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( There is a body.
Half-gnawed, relentlessly savaged, mercilessly abandoned. Vaguely odorous.
There is a body, there is Five in puzzled appreciation of the body, and there is Lan Wangji, blissfully and inconveniently stumbled upon both.
The midday sun patiently glares down, presumably attempting to set all three on fire.
As a first improvement in party relations, Lan Wangji does not thunderously accuse Five of murder with the scorching, fiery intent of a hundred previously-referenced suns. He does not point his finger, his blade or his broad castigation the way of the child or the corpse. For a few heartbeats, mouth lax and stare unblinking, he does not even breathe.
Then, politely, arms bending behind his back in obedient posture: )
How did this problem manifest? ( Firm. Unaccusing. Entirely wholesome and certainly not wasting time to suspect Five of all conceivable evils, as crowds gather only a few streets away for the newscaster's shouts. )
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Oh good, it's you. [ He only gets looked up and down once before Five is back to assessing the situation at his feet. Sure, he could blink it away, but where? He doesn't remember any convenient lakes nearby. ]
I've got some ideas. [ Mostly involving a midday stack. It definitely looks as if parts are missing, like it was trying to get at the now-missing heart. Five is rather unfazed by all but the inconvenience it presents. ] We might have to do a sweep for witnesses, but right now I could use a hand.
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( It is him, despite obvious hesitations and a distinct feeling that to flee the roo — street now would qualify definitively among Lan Wangji's finer life choices.
He does not ask who committed the crime. There are questions, in the scope of a nearby cluttered, packed crowd, that warrant no acknowledgement. He has born too much of Five's antipathy and pride to know the looming drip of fresh doses, incoming.
And there is the body, besides. Blatant, bleeding, oozing. Reeking. Consumed with neither efficiency nor finesse, a work of clear passion. Lan Wangji cringes, but takes the knee, fishing through his interminable qiankun pouch for a bundle that slips out, unravels — a shroud, half extended towards Five. )
We must fetter the remains. They deserve dignity.
( And perhaps to no longer petrify any passer-by. )
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Blood and death down the little alleyways, and the mutters and frightened, excited gossip about a monster reminds him all too well of Spring-Heeled Jack. The blood and gore trail isn't too obvious, but it is easy enough for trained eyes to follow the source and the young man who stands examining the remains. ]
Not for them. They don't have problems any more.
[He moves closer and crouches to examine what is left of a torso.]
Did you see what did it?
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He didn't see what did it, but he has strong suspicions that he doesn't entirely care to share with him. ]
Some rabid, man-eating beast. [ He smiles, just shy of challenging. ] I think he went running down the alley. If you're quick, maybe you can catch it.
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Especially as Jacob feels intelligent eyes examine him, even as he in turn examines the scene. He looks back up to catch that smile, and shakes his head. ]
Followed the tracks here- don't remember seeing a rabid man-eating beast on the way.
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unwilling spectator | gladiator stadium
His affiliation with Messalina forces him to be more subtle than he'd like to be, and his height makes it more difficult to see past the patrons in the stands, but he finally finds himself an unobstructed space to watch by the sidelines. It's not likely that he'll be able to catch every match, but he'd at least like to get a better idea of what they're up against and how much he needs to adjust their strategy. Just because they're supposed to live up to their identities doesn't mean he can't help tip the odds in their favors, or fake their death to get them out of here.
Everywhere he goes is far too crowded for his liking, and he gives a nasty look behind him as he's shoved by an overly enthusiastic audience member. He's still frowning when he addresses whoever happens to be nearest. ]
Who's next?
[ And when he finds out where they're staying, he's not against blinking down there to catch up in case they decide to hide any injuries over the network. They need a game plan here and he's not going to sit idly by for everything to go to Hell this time around. ]
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She certainly doesn't mind using an anonymous gladiator as an outlet.
She feels the telltale shift behind her as she returns to her room, and she doesn't need to look to know who it is.]
I'm fine, Five.
[She's just going to cut that off at the pass.]
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How real is it?
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The hits are real enough? But Laetio picks the winners before we go out, so we can decide how we want to take our falls.
[A beat.]
It's no worse than when we were sparring back home as kids.
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Wildcard
He does not have the same wanderlust that Wei Wuxian was probably known for, by those that know him, but he did not want to stay in one spot. It was how he had come upon Five. Someone that he did not know that well but his sister probably did.
Those eyes do, however, watch the one before him. ]
You look troubled.
[ His voice sounds innocent and he is, for the most part, unless one harms his family. However, he could be wrong about Five being troubled too. There were those out there who could, after all, mask their emotions. ]
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And why would he care? It's behind him, and his competency doesn't need to be proven. So when he runs into someone he vaguely recognizes, he just frowns, mid-pacing. He's not troubled, he's... annoyed. ]
I've seen you before. [ Their group isn't large, but his tally hasn't been kept up as well as it used to be. ] Where did they put you?
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Possibly with my jiejie or Wei-gongzi.
[ There's no telling where Five has seen him before. ]
They put me as a healer with The Hand.
[ They were lucky that it was something he'd already known. Especially when he used to help his sister every chance he could get. ]
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Were you a healer before? [ Sometimes the assignments have been random, so he wonders just how much they've gotten to know about them. ]
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wildcard | snakk for alir
It's when they pass a woman pushing along a cart selling oysters that she pulls the hood of her cloak over her head, and by the time they've left the market, Vanessa wears the form of the fair-haired woman who had been shouting high and hoarse about the 'freshest fare about'.
They're getting near enough to the intended destination that it's better not to incriminate herself. She's of a high enough standing in the city that it would trouble their work were she caught. There's no guilt for what they're doing, though; she doesn't consider it a crime. The man was a rapist, and even Vanessa's forgiveness had limits.
Even her voice has shifted to something softer—silkier. ]
I only wanted you to find him. You needn't follow me the entire way.
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In the short term, that means working overtime to keep Alir's identity hidden until after they've achieved his purpose. Which unfortunately, means keeping him fed. It seems reasonable then, that they make sure anyone who has to die actually deserves to, if they want to satisfy any moral objections.
The idea isn't terrible. To ask for Five's help tracking down a rapist was surprising, but only because he wasn't Vanessa's only option.
Finding that she's also able to change her appearance does nothing to ease his mind or grow his trust. He looks her up and down when she joins him, but makes no comment on it as he leads her down the alley where he'd tracked someone fitting the man's description. How often has she been near him without his knowledge? He's bothered by the question, but still answers with only a light frown. ]
Leave you to it and just hope you get the right one? That's not how this works. [ It took a considerable part of his day setting this up. Time he could have spent tracking Alir. ] You can still take the credit if you want it.
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I doubt there is a chance I could get the wrong one... It isn't as if he is hiding in a crowd.
[ If she could track his scent, this would be over in minutes. ]
And I wish for none of the credit, thank you.
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He could have done this alone. Taken her idea and dealt with it himself, but that would have left her looking for another victim. This way he keeps his eye on her. ]
I didn't think you'd need the help. [ They're nearing the feeble shelter the man is hiding in, so he slows and holds up a hand for her to do the same. ] Can't you read his mind?
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cw: gross ?? inaccuracies abound I don't want to google this
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